Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2008 09:22:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cockteaser's Comeuppance

Cockteaser's Comeuppance
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Sammy

  Sammy Skinbach hadn't been a cockteaser for very long, but he was very
good at it.

  A real prodigy.

  The boy had begun his cockteasing career at his twelfth birthday party.
When he saw how all the daddies looked at him when they dropped their sons
off.  All the daddies.  Including his own.

  Sammy hadn't thought about his own intoxicating sexuality very much until
that birthday party.  There's something about being the center of
attention, even just for one's birthday, that heightens awareness of what
others think about you.

  Sammy knew what those men thought about him.

  They wanted to fuck him.

  He was sure of it.

  From the big lumps in their pants.  And the way they were solicitous of
Sammy.  Ignoring the other boys. Focusing on him.

  Sammy liked that.

  Well there was no way Sammy was going to let any of those men touch them.
He knew that for sure.  He wasn't one of "them!"

  Still, all that attention excited him.  It made his little pricklet
really stiff.  And drippy.

  Thinking it through the day after his birthday, Sammy stood nude before
the full-length mirror in his room.  He liked what he saw.  The men would
have liked it too.

  Sammy knew he was pretty.  People had told him that for years.  He used
to figure that was just part of being a little boy.  But he was always
prettier than the other boys.  And, though he wasn't so little any more, he
was still pretty.

  And not just in the face.

  His body was slim and pink.  With soft curves.  Delicious, creamy skin
that begged for kisses.  Puffy brown nipples that pointed out hard when men
looked at him "that way."  Petite, pink, pretty feet with toes that ached
to be kissed and sucked.

  And that ass!!!

  Oh my.

  How did such a plump, "saucy" ass get attached to such a slim, sleek boy?
It was an erotic wonder of nature.

  And so was the boy's "pink package."  A budding forest of blond pubic
hairs topped a five-inch-when-aroused, uncut jewel of boydom, with its
attendant bag of twin, spherical treasures.

  Sammy was as close to a man's ideal fuck fantasy as anyone who ever
walked the earth.

  And yet, no man had gone there before.  Nor had any girl.  Yet.

  Sammy didn't want men or boys touching him.  But he LOVED watching them
squirm and shiver with need when he teased them.

  Sammy Skinbach was a full-out, shameless cockteaser.  The kind who have
placed the scourge of blue balls upon mankind lo these many centuries.

  In this story, we shall learn what happens to beautiful, narcissistic,
cockteasing little angel/devils like Sammy.

  Let it be a lesson to them all.


  Two -- Daddy warns Sammy

  Sammy's first cockteasing target was his own Daddy, a fine, handsome,
35-year-old man who was ashamed of his feelings for his son, yet convinced
that he wouldn't have experienced those feelings had it not been for
Sammy's direct assault on Daddy's libido.

  Less than a week after the 12th birthday party, Sammy began to tease his
Daddy.

  It began one night when Sammy went to bed and decided that, instead of
his usual pajamas, he would wear one of his Daddy's old tshirts.  The tee
was so large, that it fit Sammy like a night shirt.  It exposed one of
Sammy's creamy shoulders.  And barely covered his pubic region.

  When Sammy wore it to kiss Mom and Daddy good night, Mom thought it was
cute.  Daddy almost creamed his pants.

  But that was only the beginning.

  As was his custom, Daddy looked in to check on his sleeping, only child
before he went to sleep.  That night, he saw something that nearly singed
his corneas.

  Cockteasing little Sammy had kicked off his sheets and was sleeping on
his stomach.  His tshirt had ridden up so that the entirety of his plump,
perfect ass was exposed and [gasp] parted (!) to show his wrinkled,
pink-brown spot.  And this lewd position also displayed a rear view of
Sammy's beautiful, little ball bag.

  Daddy choked at the sight, falling back a step at the wave of erotic
feelings that faced him.

  That night, Sammy was asleep when Daddy first saw the "gate to paradise."
But the scene repeated itself every night for a month.  Some nights Sammy
was still awake when Daddy entered his room.  And gazed at Sammy's
treasures.

  One night, Daddy rubbed his hand slowly all over his son's bottom.  Even
giving his balls a gentle feel.

  Sammy pretended to be asleep for that, but he wasn't.

  He liked that very much.  Daddy's hand.  Back there.

  But that was as far as the cockteaser would go.

  Or so he thought.

  Soon after, one fine Tuesday morning, Sammy woke up to feel his Mom's
soft lips on his cheek.  "Don't get up, Sweetheart," Mom said.  "I'm going
away on business, remember?  I'll be back on Thursday. Be a good boy for
Daddy."

  Sammy drifted back to sleep, thinking of new ways he could tease Daddy.

  Maybe Sammy would do what he did to that shoe salesman at the mall last
Saturday.  He wore those loose-fitting, open-legged, short-shorts and no
underpants.  When he sat to try on sandals, the shoe man saw Sammy's
testicles peeking at him from the boy's shorts.  It was so funny to see the
shoe man run back to the store room all those times to "relieve the
pressure" from Sammy's teasing.

  Lately, he had expanded his Daddy teases to being nude in his room with
the door open when Daddy walked by.  Then, when Daddy looked at him, making
a big, indignant speech about having no privacy.  Or telling Daddy he
needed a towel as he got out of the bathtub, wet and nude.  Daddy always
got a good look at him then.

  Being alone with Daddy for two days would open more possibilities for
cockteasing.

  Or so Sammy thought.

  He was having such a nice dream about cockteasing his teacher,
Mr. Spunker.  Sammy always sat in the front row in Mr. Spunker's class.
Right in the center of the room.  He always made sure he showed Mr. Spunker
his nice long legs and his pretty feet, kicking off his shoes so the man
could see all ten perfect toes.

  It was such fun to watch the lump grow in Mr. Spunker's pants.  Sammy
imagined that the man's wife got quite a "pounding" those nights the
cockteasing boy worked Mr. Spunker up.

  Sometimes Sammy wondered what it would be like for Mr. Spunker to
actually kiss his toes.  Especially that Tuesday morning.  In his dream.
Mr. Spunker was kissing Sammy's pretty toes and licking each one. It felt
so good!  So real.

  Because it was!

  Sammy awoke to find Daddy sitting at the foot of the bed kissing Sammy's
feet.

  And not in a parental way.

  Unless they were a nudist family, since Daddy was quite naked.

  Daddy was kissing and licking every one of Sammy's pretty toes.  Digging
between them with his tongue in a most erotic manner.  Or so Sammy's cock
thought.  The boy's willie was at full attention.

  What was Daddy doing?  He wasn't supposed to do that!  He was supposed to
just get teased and endure it.  Not do "sex things" in response.

  But the "sex thing" Daddy was doing to Sammy's feet -- that was OK for
Daddy to do.  It felt so good!

  Then Daddy stopped doing it when he saw his son was awake.  Did Daddy
think he was busted?

  And why was Daddy naked?  And erect?

  Something made Sammy think he wasn't out of the Cockteaser's Woods.

  Daddy put Sammy's feet down, one on either side of his manly, erect cock.
Daddy began to rub the soles of Sammy's feet up the shaft of his big
stiffie as he began a mini-lecture.

  "Sammy," Daddy said as he rubbed those beautiful feet along his enflamed
cock.  "You are a cockteaser.  Do you know what happens to cockteasers?"

  It was a question Sammy was fated to hear frequently in the near future.
He answered honestly.  "No, Daddy."

  Daddy smiled, then groaned slightly as Sammy began to rub Daddy's cock
with his boyish feet -- on his own.

  "Well," Daddy said, "I don't have time to show you this morning but I
will tonight.  Keep doing that.  It's really nice."

  Sammy would do anything for his Daddy.  He was a good boy.  He began to
run the sole of his right foot over Daddy's leaky knob.

  Daddy said, "I've seen the way you cocktease every man you meet.  Not
just me.  That shoe salesman.  My friends when they come by for a beer.
Even your teachers, I'll bet.  And I see the way those high school boys
look at you.  You want it, don't you?"

  Sammy honestly wasn't sure what "it" was.  So he said, "I don't know what
you mean, Daddy."  And continued rubbing, this time with Daddy's drooling
knob between the soles of both feet.  Skinning and rubbing.

  Daddy was pretty sure Sammy was fibbing.  The boy probably was getting
"it" in his backside from somebody.  And teasing the rest of mankind in the
bargain.

  But if he was telling the truth, Daddy would have two wife-free days to
teach the prettiest boy in town about sex.  Real sex.  With a rutting,
snorting man.  Him!

  The boy was clearly an apt pupil.  Daddy was near...oh!

  Helplessly, Daddy began to ejaculate.  All over Sammy's beautiful feet.
As Sammy watched in horrified lust.

  Was that what cockteasing engendered?

  Those titanic spurts and the intense, almost painful pleasure Daddy was
obviously experiencing?

  Oh my.

  At first, Daddy was a bit embarrassed.  Then he remembered.  Sammy was a
cockteaser.  And that was what a cockteaser deserved.  Stuff like that.
But a lot more.

  Still, the cockteasing little imp had brought Daddy to a killer cum...and
the poor kid was horribly stiff himself.

  Couldn't leave his own son in a "blue-balls" condition then lecture him
on cockteasing, could he?

  Daddy wet the middle finger of his right hand, then slowly inserted it
into his boy's tight bum.

  Cowabunga!

  Sammy's eyes got really wide!  And he gasped, involuntarily.

  Sammy knew that boys rubbed their "willies."  Everyone knew that, though
Sammy hadn't actually rubbed his own yet.  But he had no idea that fingers
went into a boy's butt -- and made the fingered boy feel so good.

  Daddy had his finger inside Sammy really nicely and he was rubbing
something in there very well.  It was getting really intense when suddenly
Daddy withdrew his finger.  Sammy opened his mouth to protest and to ask
Daddy to keep doing what he was doing.  But he didn't need to.

  Daddy dove back into Sammy's pootie -- this time with two long, rough,
calloused fingers.

  Ohhhhh!

  That was very nice!

  Daddy found that spot again.  Was rubbing it.  Mercilessly and saying
things like, "So my little cockteaser likes that, huh?  He likes it a lot.
That's good because that's only a sample of what happens to cockteasers.
I'll show you more tonight.  I have to get to work so I don't have time
now.  I'm going to make you spurt, then get moving.  Making you spurt is a
lot nicer than what you do to those poor men you tease.  You make their big
cocks hard, but never `please' them.  Only tease them.  Those men want you
because you're sexy and beautiful.  I want you because you're sexy and
beautiful.  Now cum for me so I can get ready for work."

  Daddy thought Sammy was "sexy and beautiful?"  And all those men he
teased did too?  Sammy thought about all that as Daddy picked up the pace
with his prostate massage until...

  Something was happening!

  Something he had never felt before.  It was as if he were getting ready
to pee but better.  Way better!

  Was this what men felt when they spurted?  What they wanted to do when
they saw Sammy?

  Sammy squealed helplessly as Daddy rubbed his son to a stunning prostate
orgasm.  Spewing boyish sperm in thick arcs.

  Tears filling his pretty eyes as the sweet agony overtook him for the
first time in his life.

  And Daddy said that cockteasers got even more than that?

  Sammy was sure glad he was a cockteaser. Though he was a little scared
about what else might happen to a cockteaser.

  And well he should have been.


  Three -- Mr. Spunker warns Sammy.

  Sammy felt different when he went to school that day.  Now that he had
spunked.  First, he noticed that a lot of the boys and men at school were
looking at him.

  Did they know he and his Daddy had made each other "sperm up" that
morning?  Was that why they were looking at him?

  He was blushing a little at that.  He knew that they couldn't know,
unless Daddy had called the principal and asked him to put it in the PA
announcements that morning.

  He liked when the boys and men looked at him.  He was a cockteaser, after
all.

  Truth was, boys and men always looked at Sammy.  Because they wanted to
pull his pants down, throw him on his stomach, mount him and fuck him.
Because he was dazzlingly pretty and mega-cute.  And because he was a
cockteaser.

  And everyone wants to give a cockteaser what her deserves.

  That morning, in an act equivalent to pissing into a tornado, Sammy left
his underpants in his dresser and went to school wearing only a tshirt,
short shorts and flip flops.

  His sweet pieces were dangling as he sat in the front row of
Mr. Spunker's class.

  And he arranged his short shorts so that Mr. Spunker could get a nice
view of his hairless jewels sneaking out of the right leg hole.

  Rather than lowering his cockteasing profile, Sammy was practically
begging for whatever it was that cockteasers got.

  The teasing clearly affected Mr. Spunker.  He frequently checked out
Sammy's bare package.  And didn't give the class a very good lesson that
morning.

  As he dismissed the class for lunch, Mr. Spunker asked Sammy to stay
behind.

  Was Sammy going to get what a cockteaser deserved?  He trembled at the
prospect.  And at the thought of being alone in the classroom with his
hunky teacher.  Who was sporting a massive lump in his trousers.

  "Sammy Skinbach," the teacher began, "I've had enough of your
cockteasing.  Boys have cockteased me before -- lots of them -- but they
weren't as blatant as you -- nor as pretty."

  Sammy blushed.  Had he just been complimented?  He knew Mr. Spunker
thought he was pretty, but he wasn't sure if "blatant" was a compliment.

  Sammy acted all shy and embarrassed.  And actually batted his exquisitely
long eyelashes at his overmatched teacher.

  Mr. Spunker cleared his throat and continued.  "Cockteasing like this
can't go on without retribution, young Skinbach.  You can't just sit there,
beautiful and sexy, with your balls hanging out of your shorts, for
goodness sakes, and expect me to just ignore you.  You're going to find out
what happens to little cockteasers.  Unfortunately, I have a meeting in ten
minutes, but tomorrow, at lunch, I'll show you exactly what a cockteaser's
comeuppance is.  Maybe I have time to give you a little preview today.  NOW
GET OVER HERE!"

  Sammy didn't like Mr. Spunker raising his voice like that.  But the man
was so forceful.  He just had to obey him.

  Mr. Spunker was sitting in a hard, straight-back chair.  He
not-too-gently pulled the standing Sammy toward him, then, in one motion,
pulled down Sammy's shorts.

  Leaving the boy exposed below the waist.

  Covered with blushes.

  His perfect penis standing tall, pink and throbbing.  His pretty peanuts
dangling sweetly in their wrinkled bag.

  What was the mean man going to do to poor, helpless Sammy?  Steam was
coming through his nostrils!

  "I would have just felt you up, but I didn't want you to get sperm all
over your shorts."

  Mr. Spunker was going to make Sammy "sperm up?"  Just like Daddy did?

  Oooohhh!!

  That sounded pretty good to Sammy.  Even though he was still a little
scared.  And embarrassed.  And concerned that someone could walk into the
room and get an eyeful.

  Mr. Spunker was far too "heated up" to worry about discovery.  He was
going to kiss and suck those pretty balls that he'd been dreaming about for
weeks, though he had just seen the angel's testicles for the first time
that day, during class.

  Mr. Spunker placed his hands on each of the standing Sammy's plump
bottomcheeks and drew the boy toward him.  The pretty one's little package
was lip-high for the seated man, who began to place hot kisses all around
Sammy's pubic region.

  On his sparse, wispy, blond pubic hairs.  His inner thighs.  Making the
boy squeak in fearful excitement.

  When Mr. Spunker took Sammy's left testicle into his mouth, then kissed,
licked and even [gasp] sucked it, Sammy cried out.

  What was the man doing to him?  And why did it feel so good?

  And was that what happened to little cockteasers.

  So far, it appeared to Sammy that pretty good things happened to little
cockteasers.

  It was so awesome!

  And even more so when Mr. Spunker turned his attention to the other
testicle.  Then raised the stakes.

  In a move that almost launched Sammy skyward, Mr. Spunker entered the
boy's ultra-tight bottomhole with the middle finger of his right hand.

  Just to the depth of the nail.

  As he sucked and licked Sammy's right testicle.

  Which added up to...Sammy hurling his spunk in five thick ropes through
the air and onto some papers Mr. Spunker was grading on his desk.

  Oh well.

  What the heck was that with the finger in the butt, Sammy thought.

  It was so dirty!  And unexpected.  And dirty.  And exciting.

  And dirty!

  Was that what happened to cockteasers?

  Apparently not.

  "I don't have time to really show you what happens to little cockteasers,
but, since we only have a half day of school tomorrow, I'll show you.  Just
stay after class tomorrow and we'll head out, once all the snoopy people
leave the building.  You'll get what cockteasers deserve."

  They all threaten that, Sammy thought.

  Cockteaser's comeuppance must be pretty awful.

  Though he had to admit, as he pulled his pants up and went to the
lunchroom, it was pretty good so far.


  Four -- Ryan warns Sammy

  Ryan Longputz drove by the middle school at dismissal time, just as he
did every school day.

  The 18-year-old high-school senior was hoping to see that boy who sissied
past him and his friends sometimes when they were on their way to football
practice.  Wiggling that tight little ass of his in the older boys'
direction.  Batting those eyes.  Smiling so prettily.

  Now that football was over, Ryan's afternoons were free.  And his Dad had
bought him a car.  So he lurked around that pretty sissyboy's known
whereabouts, hoping to see him.  And ask him why he was such a little
cockteaser.

  Ryan wasn't gay or anything.  So he wasn't really attracted to the little
sissy creampuff.

  It just made him a little incensed that a boy like that would flirt so
unashamedly with older, straightly heterosexual boys who had no sexual
interest in the little cockteaser at all.

  When Ryan "pounded his meat" at night (and/or several times during the
day) he thought about the little cockteaser.  How pretty he was.  With such
a cute little ass in those ultra-short shorts.  Those long legs and pretty
toes.

  Did he mention the ass?  Or the pretty face?

  Anyway, it wasn't right that the little sugarlump was making him almost
injure himself from wanking so much.  And the little dickraiser was making
him have all those awful, gay thoughts.  Which he normally wouldn't have
had.

  It was all the young, pretty, delicious boy's fault.  Not Ryan's.

  Ryan was merely stalking the boy so he could tell him all that and get
him to stop cockteasing.  Find another hobby.  Go fuck a girl.  Or two.

  Well, Ryan had been driving around unsuccessfully for two weeks, hoping
to spot the boy, who he didn't yet know as Sammy.

  Until that day.  The same day Sammy was warned about cockteasing by Daddy
and Mr. Spunker.  With promises of a thorough, imminent demonstration of
the consequences of cockteasing.

  Sammy had been a bit slow leaving school that day.  Thinking about stuff
made him miss his bus.  So he had a two-mile walk home.  In flip-flops and
no underpants.

  That could be dicey.

  He could have called Daddy, but he was at work.  And Daddy was already
angry at Sammy for being a cockteaser.

  What to do?

  Nothing to do but walk home, he guessed.

  So he started.  And walked a half-block when a familiar-looking
high-school boy driving a nice, new car pulled up beside Sammy.

  It was that cute football player.  One of that bunch he cockteased
whenever he had the chance.  The one who always gave him that moony,
I-want-to-pull-your-pants-down-and-do-naughties-with-you look all the time.

  And there he was.  In a car.  With that same look.  And Sammy needed a
ride.

  Clearly, Ryan could not believe his good luck.  The little cockteaser was
10 feet away from him.  He had a car and the boy obviously needed a ride.

  Clearly, Sammy should NOT accept a ride from a boy he had cockteased.

  "Need a ride?" Ryan asked as casually as his overheated cock would let
him.

  "Yes, please," Sammy said, and hopped in.

  His Daddy would have to talk to Sammy about a number of topics.

  Ryan's ears were on fire. That gay little cockteaser was inches away from
him.  He could tell him what he thought of him.  Purge his gay demons
forever!

  "My name's Ryan," was all he said.  But it was a start.

  "Sammy.  Are you a football player?  Yeah. I thought I recognized you."

  And then Sammy smiled at Ryan.  Ten thousand watts worth.  A smile
regulated by the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.

  Ryan, embarrassingly, gasped.

  Sammy warmed to his task of tying Ryan in knots.  "I remember you from
that football crowd because you had the best body -- for football, I mean."

  Another gasp and small smile from Sammy.  Fish in a barrel, the boy
thought.

  "I live on Elm Street, but we don't have to go home right away, if you
had something else you needed to do first."

  So there we were.  Sammy had just witnessed two men fighting back against
his cockteasing, with dark promises of further retribution.  But he was
mercilessly slathering on the false enticement for this Ryan boy.  Who was
very cute and hunky, but, Sammy knew, wasn't going to do anything but take
Sammy home.  Then go home and beat off thinking about the lost opportunity
of several lifetimes.

  Sammy was wrong.

  Ryan manned up and said, "Buckle your seatbelt, you little cockteaser.
I'm going to show you what happens to boys who tease older boys with sex.
You're going to get what you deserve."

  There it was again.  Do these allegedly hetero guys all read from some
manual about the treatment of cockteasers or something?

  Once again, Sammy was scared.  And inexplicably randy.  He didn't want to
do anything with these "hetero" males, other than tease them.  Did he?

  Wordlessly, Ryan drove Sammy to a parking area in the town's woods -- in
the opposite direction from Sammy's house.  So he couldn't walk home from
there.

  He was a bit nervous when Ryan got out of the car and opened the trunk.
But when Ryan opened Sammy's door, he saw it was just a blanket.  That they
could lie down on.  And "do stuff."  In the woods.

  Ryan was forceful, but not mean when he "suggested" that Sammy take a
walk with him in the woods.

  Truth be told, Sammy was feeling way more excited than scared.

  And he joined Ryan eagerly.

  Sammy thought Ryan would faint when he placed his hand in Ryan's as they
walked through the woods.  No one was watching this, were they?

  Ryan and Sammy arrived at a secluded spot and Ryan laid out the blanket.
At which point, the older boy realized he didn't have an agenda.  So he
just took Sammy into his arms and kissed him.

  Which surprised the crap out of both of them.

  In a good way.

  Ryan was a great kisser and Sammy was an even better kissee.

  The kisses got hotter when the tongues got involved.

  Much hotter.

  Sammy's first kiss was Ryan's first "gay" kiss.  A fact that Ryan was
trying to forget.

  It wasn't really Ryan's fault that he was kissing a boy.  The boy was
beautiful.  And the boy was a cockteaser.  So Ryan had been "seduced,"
which doesn't count on the gayness "permanent record."

  It probably was Ryan's fault that he was enjoying kissing that boy so
much though.  Really enjoying it.

  So was Sammy.  Again, he was seeing what happened to a cockteaser and so
far, it was all good.  Then it got better.

  Seized by passion, Ryan slid his hands down the back of Sammy's short
shorts.  Expecting to feel underpants, he felt the sublime bare cheeks of
the sweet boy.

  No underpants?!?!

  Ryan made a mental note that Sammy was a truly "hot tamale."

  Said tamale loved feeling Ryan's manly hands squeezing and kneading his
plump buttocks as they kissed tonguily.

  And he sighed deeply when Ryan slid his shorts off, leaving him naked
from the waist down.

  Then Sammy retaliated.  Sliding his hands down Ryan's hips, then inside
his pants.  Then pushing the older boy's pants over his hips, then down to
a puddle on the blanket.

  They both stepped out of their lower clothing and were both bare "down
there."

  Sammy added an agenda item.

  The boy was sweet, innocent and quite inexperienced.  But even he knew
what a "blowjob" was.  And at that moment, the stars seemed aligned for
Sammy to give one to Ryan.

  Feeling even naughtier as a soon-to-be cockpleaser than he had as a
cockteaser, Sammy broke the kiss, then fell to his knees.

  The boy was eye-to-eye with Ryan's very nice, teenaged, seven-inch
cock. Which was standing tall and eager for a pleasing.  Tentatively,
recognizing the significance of the moment, Sammy licked the pretty pearl
that had formed on the peehole.

  Ryan moaned.  This was going way better than Ryan had anticipated.  He
figured that once he finally found the mystery cockteaser, he would offer
him a ride and the boy would call Ryan's license number into the police.

  Reality, for once, was going way better than fantasy.

  Sammy savored the moment, then he savored the tangy taste of Ryan's
cockhead.  Ingesting it with great enthusiasm.  Licking the knob.  Tasting
the delicious drippings.  Enjoying the sensations of delivering pleasure.

  Which he was heaping on a delighted Ryan.

  The older boy had had his cock sucked before.  By two different girls.
Who did the job perfunctorily and with no enthusiasm.  Acting as if sucking
Ryan's cock, making him happy, were tasks unworthy of their magnificent
femininity.

  Sammy sucked on with one, and only one, shining objective.  Make Ryan
cum.

  Ryan was so worked up over the agreeable turn of events that his
overchallenged testicles wouldn't hold their contents for very long.

  Sammy sucked and licked, withdrawing his mouth from the head, then
applying some great tongue all around the "arrow point" below the peehole
and other real estate on the penile underside.

  The kid's a natural cocksucker, Ryan thought.  Way better than any girl.

  And that was his last coherent thought for a while.  Because his balls
decided that enough was enough.

  With minimal warning, Ryan began helplessly ejaculating, hurling thick
clumps of his man-boy cream onto Sammy's startled face.

  Sammy was delighted with the cummy evidence of his potential as a
cockpleaser.  It was a little emasculating to be on his knees with a face
full of cum, but he was pretty sure he would get over that hangup soon
enough.

  Ryan pumped out his baby juice until every last spermie was evacuated.
Then he looked at Sammy.

  No boy looks more adorable than when he's sporting a faceful of your cum.
Ryan just about fell in love with Sammy at that awesome moment.  Which was
probably why he did what he did.  Surprising himself as much as he
surprised Sammy.

  Ryan helped Sammy to his feet, then sank to his own knees and began to
lick, kiss, fondle and suck Sammy's darling little pink stiffie.

  Oooooohh.

  Sammy squealed with joy as Ryan feasted on the barely pubescent pole.

  Ryan made sure to give Sammy's testicles a nice, refreshing tongue bath
too.  Which made Sammy squeal even louder.

  And who doesn't like a good audience?

  An hour or so earlier, Sammy had pumped out a nice, creamy load for
Mr. Spunker.  A thicker, creamier load was gathering its forces for Ryan.

  And yet another, further-down load, was forming in anticipation of the
promise Daddy had made to Sammy that morning.

  But back to Ryan.

  Ten minutes of excellent sucking of his cock by Ryan was all Sammy could
endure.  He screamed really loudly, scaring Ryan a little, lest the forest
rangers hear and want in on Ryan's action.

  Then the enraptured boy hurled his sperm down Ryan's throat. Making the
older boy gag happily and swallow mightily.

  What a lovely day Sammy was having.  And Ryan's wasn't bad either.  Ryan
stood and kissed Sammy into a near coma, rubbing cocks and sucking tongues.
Ryan licked off all of his own cum that was still on Sammy's pretty face.

  Then Sammy trembled at the notion of what was next.  Until he looked at
his watch.

  "Oh, Ryan," he said, "I want to stay with you, I really do, but I have to
be home in 15 minutes or Daddy will be asking questions.  Questions I'll
have to answer.  About you.  And he's really big and strong. And has a
gun."

  Enough said.

  Ryan and Sammy gathered their things, got dressed and drove quickly to
Sammy's house.  Where Ryan said, "Next time I'll show you what happens to
cockteasers.  You'll get what you deserve."  (And so will I, Ryan thought.)

  There was more?  Sammy couldn't wait to find out.  "I'll be in front of
my school at 3:15 tomorrow," he said.  He knew he would be with Mr. Spunker
at noon and there was no school that afternoon.  That should be enough time
for the teacher to show Sammy what happens to cockteasers.  Then he could
find out from Ryan.  But in about 20 minutes, Daddy would be home for his
own demonstration of a cockteaser's comeuppance.

  Sammy couldn't wait!!!


  Five -- Daddy shows Sammy

  Sammy got home around 5:15, only 15 minutes before Daddy got home from
work.

  The boy took the stairs two at a time, stripping his clothes off and
getting into the shower.  Had to get that "sex smell off himself before
Daddy got home.

  Sammy was out of the shower by 5:25, dried off by 5:27, hair combed by
5:28, in a "Daddy tshirt" by 5:29 and in his bed on his tummy by 5:30.

  In the same, ultra-teasy position he had tormented his Daddy with for a
month.

  If he was going to find out what happened to a cockteaser, he had to
cocktease, didn't he?

  Sammy made sure his tshirt was hitched up to expose his pretty bottom.
And his "dangling dainties."

  Sammy waited for Daddy.

  He didn't wait long.

  He didn't see Daddy when he appeared.  But he heard Daddy gasp when he
saw Sammy's tasty display.

  Then he didn't hear anything.  Where was Daddy?

  Sammy waited semi-patiently.  For only five minutes.

  Daddy returned.  He was nude.  Carrying a nice bottle of lube.  And
sporting a very big erection.

  Sammy was about to find out what happens to cockteasers.

  Sammy was almost afraid to look at Daddy.  The peek he took scared him a
little.  Daddy looked almost "wild."  Like an animal.  Snorting.

  And his cock was even bigger than that morning when Sammy had "footied"
Daddy to an orgasm.  And it was meaner looking, if cocks could look mean.

  Daddy put the lube bottle down on the nightstand and sat next to Sammy on
his bed.  He began to rub Sammy's back and bottom.  "I was going to let it
go," he said.  "Give you a lecture or something.  Offer you another chance
to quit your cockteasing.  But since I see you're incorrigible, I'll have
to give you a cockteaser's comeuppance."

  Sammy had no idea what "incorrigible" meant, but he was really glad he
was it.  Otherwise Daddy wouldn't be naked and rubbing his back and bottom.

  Daddy stopped rubbing, then doused three fingers of his right hand in
lube.

  Sammy wiggled his ass at Daddy, in sort of a "bring it on" gesture.

  Though he still wasn't sure what "it" was.

  Daddy sighed.  He knew he was doing the right thing.  Cockteasers must be
stopped.  And Sammy was a blatant, unrepentant cockteaser.  Still, there
were some who may think he was wrong to fuck his hot little son in his
bottom.

  It was a good thing Daddy had a solid moral compass.

  Daddy knew this would hurt Sammy more than it would hurt him.  He liked
that a lot.

  But first, it would be all pleasure for Sammy.

  Daddy rubbed an oiled finger along the wrinkly entrance to Sammy's anus.

  Sammy squeaked in newly discovered pleasure.  That was very nice!

  Then Daddy entered Sammy with a slippery finger.

  Sammy gasped loudly.

  Wow!!!

  What was that?

  Could you do that?

  Sammy thought that was an "exit only."

  He was misinformed.

  But that was just the first taste of the appetizer.

  Daddy wiggled his finger around until he found Sammy's prostate.

  There was the whole appetizer -- jumbo shrimp with cocktail sauce.

  Sammy squealed as if he were trying to wake the dead.  Reports indicate
that he may have done so in one or two cases.

  The pleasure of having his prostate finger-massaged was agonizing for
Sammy.  He grunted unintelligibly and squirmed his bottom -- first to get
away from Daddy's fingers and then toward Daddy's skilled fingers.

  Without having his cock touched, indeed without it even getting hard,
Sammy's cock soaked his sheets.  A thick drool slid out of his limp cock as
merciless Daddy made his incorrigible, cockteasing son cum anally for the
first time.  Though not the last.  Not even the last of that evening.

  Sammy wondered, was that what happened to cockteasers?

  Wow!  If so, cockteasers were very lucky.

  That was a different cum than the one he had with Ryan an hour earlier.
It was more intense, though.  In a dirtier kind of way.

  So that was it.  Mystery solved, Sammy thought. Maybe Daddy will kiss me
for a while and I'll suck his cock.  [Blush] That would be awesome!

  Daddy seemed to have more tasks to accomplish, though.  He slid his
second finger into Sammy's welcoming bottomhole.  Then a third.  Opening
Sammy up nice and wide.  Sammy liked that a lot.  Maybe that would even
make him cum again.  A nice, deep-in-the-gut-and-bottom cum, like the last
one.  But then Daddy pulled out his fingers.  Darn!

  Why was Daddy slathering that lube stuff all over his big, hard cock?  It
didn't look as if it would taste very good if Sammy sucked it.

  Why was Daddy getting behind Sammy as the boy lay on his stomach?  Why
was Daddy straddling Sammy's thighs like that as he knelt and rubbed his
slick cock?

  Sammy said to himself what Indiana Jones says at least once per movie,
"I've got a bad feeling about this."

  The feeling was about to get worse.  And a lot more painful.

  Daddy rubbed his peehole against Sammy's anus.  That felt so nice.
Mmmmm.

  But then, horrifyingly, Sammy added two and two and achieved the correct
result.

  Though it couldn't be true!

  Daddy was going to try and stick that massive prick of his into Sammy's
miniscule hole.

  No way!!

  It was impossible!

  It would split Sammy in two and when Mom came home she would find Sammy
buried in the backyard -- in two graves.

  Sammy was about to protest.  Vigorously.  He considered his options.
Selected "blood-curdling scream."  Opened his mouth to let one go.

  But then he heard Daddy say, "THIS is what happens to cockteasers!"
Then, with a lustful fury, Daddy righteously (some men would say) plunged
his fat knob past Sammy's tight, virginal sphincter.

  Cue the blood-curdling scream.

  Which so loud, it was heard in Venezuela and reported on their evening
news.

  But it didn't unseat Daddy.  He was on a mission to discipline a
cockteaser.  A critical mission.  Which would give him no pleasure --
merely a sense of having done what was right.

  OK, some pleasure.

  Sammy's pootie was blazing hot and vise-grip tight.

  And as soon as Sammy stopped being a big sissy baby about everything,
they BOTH could enjoy what was shaping up to be an exquisite fuck.

  Sammy screamed and struggled to unseat Daddy from his bowels.  But that
just made Daddy push the whole big, long, thick thingee in there
completely.

  That was very nice.

  For Daddy.

  Sammy was in agony.  Pain beyond the solar system.  The fires of...

  Wait.

  The pain was going away as Daddy stayed still -- letting his sweet,
cockteasing boy get used to a prick in his butt.

  The pain was dulling.

  And then, it was gone.

  Replaced by a "full" feeling.  A nice, "full" feeling.  And a vague urge
to poop.

  Then that urge went away.

  And the little cockteaser realized that he was being fucked for the first
time in his life.  By his Daddy.  And it didn't hurt...much.

  It stung a little when Daddy started moving his fat cock back and forth
in Sammy's stretched anal canal.

  Then it was all very nice.  A strong, handsome man, attracted by Sammy's
beauty and his flirty teasing, was fucking Sammy "good and proper."
Dominating him.  Emasculating him.  Making him his little fuck toy.

  It was so exciting!  And so DIRTY!!

  Sammy was way into it for the entire ten minutes of the fucking.  He
grunted or squeaked with agonizing pleasure every time Daddy's cock clipped
Sammy's prostate.  It was such fun and so sexy that Sammy spurted first --
another anally-induced gusher.  So intense it brought tears to Sammy's
pretty eyes.

  Giving his son such severe pleasure was the tipping point for Daddy, who
heaved himself forward for seven last, deep plunges, spurting the same
juice that once made Sammy, into Sammy.

  Daddy was exhausted, though still quite "lusted-up," and terribly guilty
about fucking his son.

  What now, he thought -- a little late.

  Should he apologize?  No way.  The little cockteaser "asked for it."
Which is a rationale men have used for eons to justify their naughtier sex
adventures.

  Should they "never speak of this again?"  No way either.  Daddy wanted a
lot more of that hot, tight ass.  It was the best fuck of his life -- not
something you give up without a fight.

  Sammy could have eased Daddy's angst right then and there if he had
wanted to.  Cleared all the doubt.  Thanked his Daddy for the valuable
"instruction in consequences to avoid."

  But that's not the cockteaser's way.

  And Sammy was a world-class cockteaser.

  Instead of acknowledging a great fuck and inspiring the fucker to a
repeat performance, Sammy lay on his stomach and whimpered.  Sniffling like
a boy who had been "violated" by an uncaring, crazed animal of a man who,
even worse, was his father.

  Which, of course, broke Daddy's heart.  And put Sammy back into a
position of advantage.  Despite the boy's cum-drooling, sore-looking,
wide-open asshole, Sammy had won Round One.

  Daddy couldn't say something like, "Well, you little cockteaser, now do
you see what happens when you treat men like that?  I guess you'll never
cocktease again now, will you?"

  Instead, Daddy had to say, "Are you all right?  I didn't mean to hurt
you.  I just wanted to teach you what would happen to you if you didn't
stop cockteasing."  And the unspoken subtext, "You won't tell your mother,
will you?"

  Which made Sammy whimper once again, then sob out, "It hurt, Daddy."

  Now Daddy had survived quite a few turnip-truck rides without falling
off, and he knew that Sammy's messy, spasming, monster cum spoke largely
about whether "it hurt" was a fair summation of the experience.  But he had
to tread lightly, nonetheless.

  Sammy rolled onto his back, exposing to Daddy his limp, cum-soaked little
"doodle" and his empty-for-the-moment ballsack.  His flat tummy, glazed by
the boy's creamy juices.  And, since his tshirt had ridden up, his erect,
puffy nipples, aching for hot kisses.

  "Maybe if you kiss me, I'll feel better, Daddy," the impish angel
suggested.

  Daddy sighed with relief.  Sammy wasn't hurt and he wasn't looking for
retribution.  The boy was doing what he did best.  Cockteasing.

  Daddy eagerly threw his manly body across his reclining son.  He locked
his mouth to Sammy's full, wet lips.

  Father and son sucked each other's tongues and rubbed
limp-and-spent-for-the-moment cocks.

  Daddy was amazed and delighted at the raw lust he felt for Sammy and the
ardor with which Sammy returned that lust.

  Sammy had learned the rudiments of cocksucking from Ryan earlier that
day.  He decided to show his Daddy what he learned.

  The boy broke the kiss and whispered into Daddy's ear, "Can I suck your
big thing now, Daddy?  I want to show you that I'm not just a cockteaser
anymore.  I can be a cockpleaser too."

  Best offer Daddy had had in quite some time.  The man rolled off his son
and onto his back.  Sammy knelt by Daddy's right hip and began a careful,
hands-on examination of Daddy's cock.

  It was so big!  And that vein crawling up the right side was sticking out
as it the shaft began to harden again.

  Sammy hefted Daddy's heavy, hairy ballbag in his small, warm, right hand.
Were they filling up with creamy cum again?  Cum that would soon be all
over Sammy's face and down his throat?

  Time to find out.

  Tentatively, Sammy pulled back Daddy's foreskin and licked the slick,
pink head of the man's fat cock.

  Daddy grunted with pleasure.

  And his cock stood three-quarters tall.

  Sammy thought Daddy's cock tasted a little "nasty."  Not like Ryan's at
all.

  Then he remembered where Daddy's cock had just been.

  Oh.

  Undeterred, Sammy licked and sucked on, bringing Daddy to full stand.

  The moment of decision.  Suck on, or apply the proud penis to where it
had just visited?

  Sammy decided.

  "Daddy, do you think you could show me again what happens to
cockteasers?"

  Daddy very happily rolled Sammy onto his back, slid a pillow under his
hips, lifted his legs, mounted the boy and gave him a more thorough lesson.
Worthy of the missionaries who invented the position.


  Six -- Mr. Spunker shows Sammy

  The next morning, Sammy wasn't sure if he would be able to go to school.
His asshole was raw (but happy) from four vigorous fucks with his Daddy,
the last of which was a waker-upper.  He stood to eat breakfast, though the
two additional loads of protein he had swallowed from his Daddy were
probably enough nutrition to get him through the day.

  And Mom wouldn't be home until the next day!!  So there was another full
opportunity to continue "Daddy's intervention to cure cockteasing."

  Not that Sammy would ever actually stop cockteasing.  Especially now that
he knew what happened to cockteasers.

  He was imagining what it would be like to stroll by that construction
site near his house.  Wiggling his ass at the workmen.  They would probably
endure the teasing for a while, but one day they would grab Sammy and take
him into the workshed.  They would strip him naked, then two of them would
hold him down while another pushed his cock into Sammy's dry asshole.
Sammy would scream in pain and humiliation as he helplessly, serially
ejaculated.

  The scenario filled Sammy with great terror and greater excitement.

  Sammy wouldn't have time for any of that on that day.  He already had
three "dates" -- one with Mr. Spunker at noon, a second with Ryan at 3:15
and then a nice, long, overnight "date" with Daddy -- assuming that Daddy
lived that long.

  The man didn't look all that well when Sammy said goodbye to him when he
went to school that morning.  Sammy didn't know the proper term for it, but
Daddy appeared to be "fucked out!"

  Maybe he could take a nap at work or something.

  Sammy was a bit distracted at school that day.  Especially in
Mr. Spunker's class.

  Mr. Spunker was even more distracted than Sammy.  He looked as if he
wanted to take Sammy's shorts off and show Sammy "what happens to
cockteasers" right then and there, in front of the whole class.

  At least five of Sammy's classmates would have had that up on YouTube
within an hour.

  Cooler cockheads narrowly prevailed and the class finished on time and
without sexual incident.

  At noon, Sammy left Mr. Spunker's room with his classmates, all of whom
were delighted to have an afternoon off.  Sammy pretended to be getting his
things together to go home.  But he doubled back and re-entered
Mr. Spunker's classroom.

  Just Sammy and Mr. Spunker.  Alone.  With a big lesson to be learned.

  Sammy laid down his books, then "shyly" circled the perimeter of the
classroom.  Batting his eyes at his "sex instructor."  Teasing.  Building
the tension.

  Having found out from Daddy what happens to cockteasers, Sammy wasn't
nervous or worried.

  He loved having his bottom fucked.  By a strong, snorting, rutting man.
Like Mr. Spunker.

  That was what happened to cockteasers.

  Right?

  Not exactly.

  Mr. Spunker's ideas of "cockteaser's comeuppance" varied from Daddy's.

  A lot.

  As Sammy was about to find out.

  Mr. Spunker sat at his desk, watching the little cockteaser prance and
pose.  Both cocks swelling and throbbing.  Anticipation building.

  This thought formed vividly in Mr. Spunker's brain -- "This cockteaser
deserves `it.'  More than any cockteaser in recent history.  And I'm going
to give him `it.'"

  Mr. Spunker said, softly, but in full command, "Take all your clothes
off, Sammy and come to me."

  Sammy loved when men were masterful.  He shivered with lust.  And he
undressed.  Noticing that Mr. Spunker removed his trousers and boxers too.

  The man was naked from the waist down, which delighted the boy.  The boy
was completely naked, which enraptured the man.

  Sammy thought, "That big, beautiful cock will be inside me in just a few
minutes."

  He was almost right.

  Without warning, Mr. Spunker grabbed Sammy's wrist and roughly drew Sammy
toward him.

  "He's really hot for me," Sammy thought.  "Impatient and forceful.
Oooooh!"

  And then things changed.

  Mr. Spunker flung the naked Sammy across his manly, naked lap, face down.
The man raised his hand and SLAMMED it down hard onto Sammy's pink, plump
bottom.

  "Yeooowwwwww!!" Sammy screamed!

  What???????????

  Mr. Spunker spanked Sammy's startled ass a second time, listened
appreciatively to Sammy's scream, resisted the boy's futile attempts to
escape and said, "THAT'S part of what happens to cockteasers!"

  As Sammy endured hard swat after hard swat on his flaming-red bottom, the
boy screamed as if he were being murdered.

  Between swats and sobs, Sammy wondered what was happening.  Daddy showed
Sammy that cockteasers get fucked hard in the bottom.  Which was lots of
fun!  Spanking was awful -- not for cockteasers at all!

  Didn't Mr. Spunker know that?  How could he not know?  Don't all men know
those things?

  "Yeooowwww!!!" Sammy screamed as his teacher blistered his bum with the
20th and last swat.

  It wasn't fair!

  He was going to tell his Daddy and Daddy would get a gun and come back
and shoot Mr. Spunker!

  Maybe Sammy would shoot him himself.

  Sammy was bawling and sobbing and planning bloody revenge so much that he
didn't realize at first that Mr. Spunker had stopped spanking Sammy and was
just sitting there.

  The man's hairy chest was heaving with exertion and sexual excitement.

  Sammy sneaked a peek at the man's naked cock.

  It was iron hard.  Red as sunset in the desert.  And drooling large
amounts of pre-goo.

  Sammy considered his own stiffness situation.  Like Mr. Spunker, he was
outrageously excited.  Despite the pain, indignity and submissiveness of it
all.  Or because of it.

  Sammy recalled that Mr. Spunker had said that the spanking was part of
what happens to cockteasers.

  What was the other part?

  Sniffling but bold, he locked his wet eyes with his feral teacher and
asked, "What else happens to cockteasers, Mr. Spunker?"

  Mr. Spunker considered the boy carefully.  Despite a nasty spanking, he
still had the self-confidence, cockteaser's self-confidence, to ask that
question.  It deserved an answer.

  "Cockteasers get spanked and then spunked, my little creampuff.  I'm
going to lube up your sore bottom, then my cock.  I'll fuck you hard and
hot until we both cum.  It'll hurt a lot.  But it'll cure you of
cockteasing."

  Fat chance, Sammy thought.  But the agenda sounded wonderful.  And it was
-- mostly.

  The lubing up the bottom with three fingers was nice!  Very nice, except
Mr. Spunker didn't even try to avoid the tender, sore parts of Sammy's
well-spanked bottom.  And when he half-slammed the boy face-down onto his
desk, then entered him with one thrust of his slick, thick cock -- that
wasn't heavenly either.

  Having one's sore ass roughly fucked has its good points all right.  It
was very exciting and the prostate rubbing was delicious.  But when
Mr. Spunker's hairy balls slapped against Sammy's sore parts on every
thrust -- owie!

  Still, it was way demeaning, emasculating and titillating enough for
Sammy and he came so hard he though his guts were splitting open.
Mr. Spunker blew his spermies into Sammy, then stayed hard enough to stay
mounted and fuck him a second, longer time.  During which Sammy "emptied
himself" twice so hard he thought he would never father another glob of
sperm.

  Exhausted, the two put their clothes back on and, without even kissing,
parted.

  Sammy didn't like that.  Though he had to admit that the man could fuck.

  It was 2:45.  He was meeting Ryan in a half-hour.  Should he cancel?

  No way.

  No true cockteaser passes up a lesson in what happens to one of their
own.

  Maybe Ryan's take on all that would be different.

  It was.



  Seven -- Ryan shows Sammy

  Sammy found a men's room and washed himself up as well as he could.  He
pooped and scrubbed his bottom with paper towels, despite the soreness and
fading redness.

  His poor doodle didn't stir, even when he was washing his balls in soap
and warm water.  Which had always gotten him excited before.

  Maybe Ryan would just want Sammy to suck his cock again, so he wouldn't
even need to get naked and/or hard.

  Not likely.

  At 3:10, Sammy still smelled a bit like sex and his bottom was still
pink.  But he really wanted to see Ryan.  So he gathered himself and went
outside.

  Ryan was there.  Waiting.  In his car. Looking way cute.  And smiling
magnificently when he saw Sammy.

  Ooooh.  That made Sammy's "pickle" move.

  The boy got into Ryan's car and was surprised when Ryan leaned over and
kissed him -- right on the lips.  In semi-public, though the schoolkids had
departed three hours earlier.

  Already, Sammy could see that Ryan had different ideas about a
"cockteaser's comeuppance."

  They drove quickly to their wooded spot.  Ryan carried a blanket in one
hand and held Sammy's hand in his other.

  "My goodness," Sammy thought.  "Unlike Daddy and Mr. Spunker, I think
Ryan loves me.  Daddy loves me, but as a Daddy.  Ryan loves ME."

  The boy got a really warm feeling in his tummy and his given-up-for-dead
pricklet stood tall once again.

  Ryan laid the blanket down, then stripped Sammy naked, praising the boy's
beauty as he removed each piece of clothing.

  Sammy was tingling all over as Ryan stripped himself naked too.

  Ryan looked really good naked!!

  Then, to Sammy's delighted surprise and unlike his recent experience with
men, Ryan showed Sammy what Ryan believed happened to cockteasers.

  Ryan made love to Sammy.  Carefully.  Thoroughly.  They kissed and rubbed
and took their time.  Rubbing cocks until both boys were in full heat.

  Then Ryan introduced Sammy to analingus.  Ryan lay on his back as Sammy
straddled his shoulders and "sat on his face."

  Was such pleasure possible?  Ryan's tongue excavated Sammy's anus.
Making the boy squeal and screech until, miraculously, the boy who would
never cum again, spunked mightily and copiously.  All over his lover's
chest and tummy.

  Satisfied that Sammy was ready for him, Ryan stood Sammy facing a tree,
then entered him from behind.  Sliding inside Sammy.  Making him gasp and
pant with lust and adoration as Ryan made love to Sammy's bottom.  Kissing
Sammy's neck as he reached around and tweaked Sammy's nipples.

  After twenty luscious minutes, with a leonine roar, Ryan emptied his
testicles into his True Love's asshole.

  Neither of them would ever be the same again.

  Cockteasers need their cockteasing bottoms fucked.  They need to be
spanked hard for their cockteasing -- then properly fucked, of course.  But
most of all, cockteasers need to be loved.


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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